The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and other poemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1826 |
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... thee so fair ! " And oh ! the home whence thy bright smile hath parted , Will it not seem as if the sunny day Turn'd from its door away ? While through its chambers wandering , weary - hearted , I languish for thy voice , which past me ...
... thee so fair ! " And oh ! the home whence thy bright smile hath parted , Will it not seem as if the sunny day Turn'd from its door away ? While through its chambers wandering , weary - hearted , I languish for thy voice , which past me ...
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... thee , Who the young ravens heareth from their nest ? Shall He not guard thy rest , And , in the hush of holy midnight near thee , Breathe o'er thy soul , and fill its dreams with joy ? Thou shalt sleep soft , my boy ! " I give thee to ...
... thee , Who the young ravens heareth from their nest ? Shall He not guard thy rest , And , in the hush of holy midnight near thee , Breathe o'er thy soul , and fill its dreams with joy ? Thou shalt sleep soft , my boy ! " I give thee to ...
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... there , Thou joyous child with the clustering hair ? Is it not Spring that indeed breathes free And fresh o'er each thought , while we gaze on thee ? No ! never more may we smile as thou Sheddest 32 The Child and Dove.
... there , Thou joyous child with the clustering hair ? Is it not Spring that indeed breathes free And fresh o'er each thought , while we gaze on thee ? No ! never more may we smile as thou Sheddest 32 The Child and Dove.
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... thee . Thou'rt gone from us , bright one - that thou shouldst die , And life be left to the butterfly ! * Thou'rt gone , as a dew - drop is swept from the bough , -Oh ! for the world where thy home is now ! How may we love but in doubt ...
... thee . Thou'rt gone from us , bright one - that thou shouldst die , And life be left to the butterfly ! * Thou'rt gone , as a dew - drop is swept from the bough , -Oh ! for the world where thy home is now ! How may we love but in doubt ...
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... thee , In ancient days , the god of wine , And bid thee at the banquet be , Companion of the vine ? Thy home , wild plant , is where each sound Of revelry hath long been o'er ; Where song's full notes once peal'd around , But now are ...
... thee , In ancient days , the god of wine , And bid thee at the banquet be , Companion of the vine ? Thy home , wild plant , is where each sound Of revelry hath long been o'er ; Where song's full notes once peal'd around , But now are ...
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ABDULLAH ALPHONSO ANSELMO arms art thou aught banner bear beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blood brave breast breath bright brow burst call'd Castile CITIZEN clouds Conradin CONSTANCE Couci dark dead death deep doth dreams e'en earth ELMINA ERIBERT Ev'n Exeunt Exit fair father fearful flowers gaze glorious glory gone GONZALEZ grave grief GUIDO hast thou hath hear heard heart Heaven HERNANDEZ hope hour hush'd land light lone look look'd midst MONTALBA Moorish ne'er night noble o'er pale Palermo pass'd pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal RAIMOND rest Roncesvalles round SCENE scorn seem'd shalt shouldst shrink SICILIANS Sicily silent sleep smile song soul sound Spain speak spirit strong sweet sword tell thee thine things thou art Thou hast Thou wouldst thought trumpets Twas unto Valencia VITTORIA voice warrior wave wild wilt winds wouldst thou XIMENA youth ΧΙΜΕΝΑ
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Page 83 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Page 27 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 130 - Say, father! say If yet my task is done ? " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father ! " once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone," And " — but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 25 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 58 - His dark eye flashed, his proud breast heaved, his cheek's hue came and went; He reached that gray-haired chieftain's side, and there, dismounting, bent; A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he took — What was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit shook ? That hand was cold — a frozen thing — it dropped from his like lead!
Page 131 - With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart...
Page 130 - And shouted but once more aloud, "My Father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way.
Page 84 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest — Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest.
Page 101 - And the raised eye of childhood shine in love. Or where the shadows of dark solemn yews Brood silently o'er some lone burial-ground, Thy verse hath power that brightly might diffuse A breath, a kindling, as of spring, around, From its own glow of hope and courage high, And steadfast faith's victorious constancy. True bard and holy ! — thou art e'en as one Who, by some secret gift of soul or eye, In every spot beneath the smiling sun, Sees where the springs of living waters lie — . Unseen awhile...
Page 138 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...